a/n: was very very high
you woke up in the same comfortable bed, the light poking your cheeks. a mild headache hung over you from drinking so much the night before. the sound of the tv outside your room came into your surroundings.
you stood up and exited your room, you were wearing a long band tshirt and black biker shorts that weren't even visible, as well as fluffy black socks.
kyle laid on the couch, sprawled out with the tv on. you snickered at his state, noticing he had fallen asleep with his glasses on. your eyes trailed down his torso as you leaned against the side of the couch. you stopped your gaze at his pelvis. he was wearing grey sweatpants.
you bastard.
his eyes fluttered open to see you basically hovering over him. a first confused face turns into an amused one.
"watching me sleep?" he chuckled.
"no! i was about to wake you up-" you leaned back, flustered.
he sat up and stretched, his shirt lifted up to reveal his bellybutton and the waistband of his boxers. you turned around quickly once you realized you were staring.
"sorry. were you coming to get breakfast?"
"what time is it?" he ran his hand through his hair.
"8:40. we've got a little over an hour."
"coffee?"
"of course." you scoffed.
the two of you made your way downstairs in your pajamas. the rest of the group sat in tables around the dining area.
"morning!" wendy got up and hugged you tight.
"hey. where do i get coffee?" you looked around.
"right over there-" wendy pointed in the direction that kyle had already made his way towards.
you followed over to the coffee pots, kyle already starting to pour himself a cup.
"it's so pretty out there." you turned your attention to the large window in the dining hall.
"right?" kyle looked over. "you want a coffee?"
"yes, please." you giddily got closer.
kyle poured the drink, until a small plastic ball suddenly hit his hand, causing him to drop the cup.
"ow! fuck-" he hissed and set the pot down, scalding hot coffee dripping down his hand.
"shit! sorry, kyle." tolkien ran up, grabbing the ball from the floor.
"it's all good!" he smiled wide but a painful whimper escaped his lips.
"here- let's go see if they have any burn cream." you grabbed kyle's arm and escorted him quickly toward the front.
"excuse me! miss?" you said, ringing the bell, albeit, rather annoyingly.
"hello!" it was a different lady than before.
"do you have any burn cream? my friend here burnt himself." you held kyle's arm up, which was fairly heavy. his hand was starting to blister from the burn.
"oh! yes, let me grab our first aid kit." the lady ran to the back.
"you okay?" you asked kyle.
"yeah. it just hurts like a bitch." kyle shrugged, trying to keep his cool in front of you. but the pain was so bad, small tears pricked at the corner of his eyes.
"are you crying?" you hesitated, but put your hands on kyle's cheeks to pull him closer to you. after a quick inspection, you wiped the tears away with your thumbs.
the lady came back with the burn cream, gauze, and some aloe vera.
"thank you, ma'am." kyle smiled as you grabbed the cream and gently rubbed it around on his hand. kyle closed his eyes as you massaged his hand, the pain almost completely gone. but it wasn't gone, he had just focused on you instead.
"there.. better?" you looked up at him.
"w-what about the aloe?" kyle gestured to the aloe.
"you want the aloe?"
kyle just nodded. he wanted to feel your hands around his again. even if it was just for a few seconds.
